As her mouth widened, she loosed swooning, sighinggasps of her own, but never dropped the young man from her lips. A soft moan of satisfaction floated...through her throat.After a few minutes, she felt his fingers brush against her hair and she gazed up at him. His strained look in his narrowed blue eyes implored her for more and she obliged with long, sultry strokes of her mouth.Eventually she pulled off, her lips slick and glossy. She continued to stroke his wet cock with a steady pump of her. I had inherited this house and my parents’ estate by then for my father died during the war, my mother passed away in the fifties while I was attending university in Athens and I was an only c***d. I returned to the island of my birth and took up residence here and, very slowly, I began once more to renew my acquaintance with those strange people who had so fascinated me as a boy and teenager before the war. Their visits to me were always very clandestine and infrequent. Sometimes many months. I estimated it was at least twelve inches’ long and of course, thick.I almost fainted and fell over in his lap. That massive thing was actually throbbing against the fabric of his tight trousers and it was now fully hard.I kept there, staring at it, with my mouth open. It was halfway down his leg…Then I looked up at him. He was just smiling so sweetly at me, while he checked me out up and down. So; I sat there and chatted with him.I listened at him, but all the while I was staring at his cock. You're thinking I'm ugly, you're thinking your wife is ugly. all thisYou got all this?" Uh... Almost. Not quite all." You can't think of me as your wife?" No, not that. I'll never be able to think of you as ugly."My daughter gave an affirming laugh. After a while my new bride laughed too. "Thank you Tom! Nice compliments from my spouse are always appreciated!"I smiled and took another look at my new driver's license. "Hey! It's got my picture on it! And the signature is Thomas O'Brien, but it's.